Travel, Dance, Minimalism (Some poetry, some books, some art)

I could be the one

The problem with being at the top of the mountain is you can only go down. The view literally cannot get better for me right now… not without a total loss of control (but now I’m just being obscure). I would tell anyone the details of my “troubled past” (as he calls it) but I am so hesitant to put it out there on the internet.

Things are really freaking good and this just can’t last. What kinda sorcery would let me be this happy forever?